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KINSLEY

“Em… Emma.”

“What’s wrong?” she gasps, jumping into crisis mode as soon as she hears my blubbery voice on the phone.

“I’m sorry, I… I… I know it’s l-late…”

“Are you at home?”

“Y… yes.”

“Sit tight and don’t move a muscle. I’ll be there in ten.”

She hangs up before I can protest. I try ...

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